Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

After lunch, Harry came to the workbench and began to brew the Buffy Brain-Refreshing Potion himself.

After the memory was enhanced by the potion, every detail of brewing the potion was extremely clear.

The description in the book, Snape's advice, and his previous experience in brewing potions seemed to have turned into a seamless blueprint, guiding him forward step by step.

Harry's heart was filled with pride.

At this pace, it would be hard to fail.

Hehe, Xiao Xiaoba wasted his time using the brain-stimulating potion, and he will be easily defeated by me soon.

However, the reality was much harsher than Harry had imagined. Even though he had memorized the brewing steps in his mind, everything did not go as smoothly as he expected.

The steps were exactly the same as the professor's, so why did it fail not long after the start?

It doesn’t make sense!

Could this be what the professor had told me during the brewing process, to try my best to sense the changes in the potion in the crucible instead of just judging by its color?

He carefully verified the matter with Professor Snape, and the answer he got confirmed his inner thoughts.

"Harry, the reason why many advanced potions are difficult to brew is because the reaction time in the potion is uncertain."

"Moreover, in many cases, the reaction of the potion will be completed in a very short time. If you want to brew it successfully, you must grasp the opportunity and add the next step of the potion ingredients into it."

"You can't accurately judge the changes of a potion just by its color."

"So, you must learn to use your magic power to sense the potion in the crucible and grasp the timing of the potion's reaction."

"This is the only way to become a good potion master."

"During the process of making the Bafe brain-stimulating medicine, there will be many drug reactions, which is just right for exercise."

The only way for a Potions Master!

Hearing this, Harry felt a little excited.

If possible, he certainly wanted to become an excellent potion master and carry forward his mother's talent.

But how to do this?

How to use magic perception in brewing potions?

Is it like using the levitation spell to sense objects in Auror training class?

He had just taken out his wand and was about to experiment with the levitation spell when Snape stopped him with a glare.

"Don't use a wand. Think of your magic as an extension of your body. Control your magic to sense the reaction of the potion in the crucible."

Harry shrank his neck, tried hard to control his magic, and slowly reached towards the cauldron.

After stabilizing this state, he concentrated and started the experiment again.

He mixed the moonstone powder and blood-red crystal powder in proportion and then carefully poured them into the crucible.

I thought the timing was just right, but the moment the ingredients were put into the pot, the medicine began to churn violently, creating bubbles of varying sizes.

Harry's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He wanted to do something to remedy the situation, but it was too late.

The potion did not turn into a dark purple color, but became turbid and finally emitted a pungent smell.

Failed again...

However, when he consciously used his magical perception, he seemed to sense something different.

This discovery made him very excited, and he quickly adjusted his mindset and started brewing again.

Each time, he repeatedly confirmed the order of the potion ingredients and the amount to be added, and tried to operate at the best time.

However, none of these worked. There was always a step where the material was added a little too early or a little too late, causing the potion in the crucible to completely get out of control.

Faced with Harry's failure, Snape did not blame him too much, but patiently encouraged Harry to continue practicing.

As the days passed, Harry's Potions skills improved steadily, and he was already able to consistently detect subtle reactions in potions through his magical perception.

Later, he even refined some inferior Bafei brain-stimulating potions, although these potions would damage people's brains.

However, all this comes at a price.

Due to the constant experiments, those precious potion materials were consumed like water, which made Harry feel very distressed.

Will Professor Snape go bankrupt if I waste money like this?

Do you want to take the initiative to bear the consumption of materials?

Harry's mind was in a tangle.

Would this embarrass the professor?

As if sensing Harry's worry, Snape said expressionlessly.

"I have four bottles of the Barfey Brain-Refreshing Potion I brewed before, and they have been bought by pure-blood families such as the Malfoy Family and the Nott Family at high prices."

"Instead of worrying about the cost of materials, it is better to practice hard and succeed in refining the potion as soon as possible."

After hearing what the professor said, Harry no longer had any doubts in his mind and concentrated on practicing brewing the potion.

Time passed unknowingly, and Harry practiced seriously for a whole month under Snape's guidance.

The world of potions became clearer and clearer before him.

Although he had not yet created the perfect Buffy Brain-Wake Up Potion, Harry knew that his potion skills had made a qualitative leap.

However, one day, when Harry opened the door of Snape's house, he was greeted by a completely different atmosphere.

The house was filled with a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere, as if even the air had become much heavier.

Harry hesitated, then looked up and saw Snape sitting in his usual armchair, his whole body tense, holding his wand, his whole body trembling slightly.

His eyes were fixed on the magic TV in front of him, his expression was terribly gloomy, and his cold eyes were full of anger.

Following Snape's gaze to the screen of the magical TV, Harry saw that the morning news on the screen was showing a wanted warrant for a person.

It was a wizard he had never seen before, with a hideous face and eyes full of madness and danger.

The host's voice sounded on the screen: "Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban last night."

"This person is extremely dangerous and is now wanted by the entire wizarding world. Anyone who provides clues will receive a generous reward."

Harry felt his heart sink; he had never seen Snape so excited and nervous.

Who is this criminal?

Why is the professor so excited?

Harry walked slowly into the room and spoke carefully, "Professor, who is that person?"

Snape did not answer immediately, his eyes still fixed on the screen, his fingers unconsciously clenched around the wand, his joints turning white from the force he exerted.

After a moment, Snape looked at Harry and said with a complicated expression.

"He is a notorious and extremely crazy murderer. You don't need to take him too seriously."

"I just didn't expect that he could escape from Azkaban."

"By the way, you haven't moved back to Swann Hall yet, Harry?"

Just a murderer?

Professor Snape looked like he was hiding something.

Harry didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only answer honestly.

"Not yet. Aunt Mia said she'll pick me up tomorrow night."

"Well," Snape stood up and said to Harry, "We'll stop practicing potions for now."

"I'm going to teach you a spell."

"If you encounter danger, don't hesitate to use it to defend yourself."

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